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Insidious

Sinker, hook, and line

Trap them in the grind

Enslave the human kind

In their defense for the slaughter of their own kind

They need to victimize the ones that they deemed already week

They will rejoice the victory of your demise

Only to prove the price of our disease

Dystopian paradise

Started out in lies

Indefensible

Dangling sanity

Cried disparity

Infantile minds

preparing up the graves

starting silent wars

salivating on the neck

saying they're the ones who suffer

but in truth they are the ones who

kill

Lies

Guilt upon guilt

They have line them up

into the pit, slaving night and day

For the penance

For the price

For being the terror and the fear embodied in a beast

but in truth it was chained with a scythe ready for the head

In the end blood will repay for all the guilt, lies

Guilt, Lies

"It is rooted deep within the human nature the primal urge for violence through the simple logic of survival."

The guilt they've pushed is all they need

the power, the scythe, they make you bleed

Reaping all the seeds, plaguing in your mind

Breaking inside,

Chained up on your life

Being enslave by the lies and guilt

saying they're the ones who suffer

but in truth they you're the one

who dies

They will carry on with it

They will carry on

With the chain they hold

Before you know the darkness

In your living tomb

You'll waste it all in vain

You'll wail it all in vain